Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.